Post by Lucas Brightshield on Jun 16, 2013 18:08:50 GMT -5
Well, that seemed over, and the champions were leaving. Lucas went outside and, while mainting distance, went back to his nervous self while asking: "Ehm, C-congratulations. Requesting permission to leave and continue my duties, sirs and ma'ams". Lucas obviously was intimidated by the people he had to report to, and this showed. Somehow he maintained a solid stance, though, despite the weight difference in the arms he was holding.
I am a Pathfinder. I will do what everyone else thinks below him, because someone must do it. Call me dishonorable for it all you want. I serve justice, not honor. And Demacia, ofcourse.
Post by theseneschal on Jun 16, 2013 20:53:26 GMT -5
The Seneschal remained relatively quiet as things progressed. Seeing the Prophet knocked unconscious, he soon followed without much else to add to what everyone else was saying. He focused upon Cordelia and Jarvan specifically, offering a firm nod as he'd pass by Galio once outside. Right now, he would remain by the Prince's side and ensure that Malzahar would not make any attempts on the family he has sworn to protect.
Post by prophetthevoid on Jun 18, 2013 8:12:22 GMT -5
Malzahar looked at the groups back and forth. He groans to himself, such useless babbling between these people. It only made him want to shut these people up. Then, the hard thunk to his head made his head bob back and forth, the force of the metal causing him to slow slip out of consciousness. "That... Will not.... Stop uhh..." He closed his eyes, going limp now that he was knocked out cold. Apparently even when being beaten he refused to give up. Then again, that is the way of the Void. No matter what they WILL complete their fate for Runeterra, be it the this generation, or ten more later.
He was picked up by the group rather easily, being a somewhat light person for someone of Jarvan's standard. He just breathed quietly, small groans or mumbles being heard from here and there. Though it wasn't quite sure if the words were just gibberish, or mumbled words of Icathia.
Post by Johen Dawnspear II on Jun 18, 2013 15:13:15 GMT -5
Midst all the chaos and upheaval at the church, or the streets where Demacian soldiers were helping other citizens to help rebuild their grand city, there was one boy who wasn't. No, he had MUCH more important matters to attend to. He walked around Demacia, looking around the town as he also got some looks towards him. He was a knight, but it didn't really look like the typical standard armor of Demacian military. It was white, a cross on the chest plate and along the knee guards as well. It even came with a black cape too, bearing the crest of his family's symbol. He honestly didn't want to use the cape, he thought it was a bit over the top. Though his dad insisted and well... There it is now, on his back.
He held a letter in his hand, along with the family's spear in the other. He didn't really enjoy this, at all. The events had been surprising and devastating, many lives were lost and they were saved just in the nick of time by the summoners who took a while to get here. He sighed quietly to himself, seeing the MUCH stronger soldiers lift rubble and rocks. He'd be lucky if he could live the stuff half the weight of what they're lifting.
Then there's all of this making father proud thing. If he had a choice, he would rather be at home, reading his books to try and get himself through all the tragedies of this invasion. Soldiers he had seen that were still in training who decided to go out and fight anyways, and now they were all dead. He didn't know any of them, but it was still a depressing thought.
And so now here he was, approaching the church to say his prayers, but to find a completely different situation. The champions were walking out, and the prince himself too! Sure, it was the man he was trying to find, but he was carrying someone on his back that he wasn't quite sure of who it was. He looked at the group with him, gulping lightly in fright. He needed to talk to the Prince, but there was the fact that the Iron Ambassador, The Sentinel's Sorrow, The Might of Demacia, some woman with a blade, an odd man that looked like some dark and sinister cyborgs of sorts, and the Seneschal of Demacia and the Half Dragon themselves. It was a REALLY intimidating group, but he knew his father won't leave him alone about this until he gets it done.
He takes in a deep breath, walking up to the group. He stands tall and brave, trying his best not to let his inner fear show. He stands in front of the group, hilt of his spear resting on the ground they walk upon. "Excuse me? Your Majesty?" He said. Although his body wasn't showing signs of timidness, his voice certainly was. It was a young voice, cracking a bit out of the combined looks he would probably get from the group. He held out the letter to him, hands shaking a bit. "My father knows you. Johen Dawnspear the first. He said you two fought alongside each other or something along the lines." He said as he handed the letter. "The letter pretty much explains everything."
If he were to look at the letter, he could see it was sealed in wax, along with the family crest stamped into it for a touch of presentation. It wrote;
Your Majesty,
It's been a while, I know. Seems like quite some time since we've parted ways to our own business, eh? Anyways, I came to send my sincerest condolences regarding everything that has happened this month. It's left quite a mark on all of us, but scars only show us what we've been strong enough to endure. Demacia will and always prevail against the darkness, I have faith in you friend.
Now you're wondering who the knight is in front of you. It's my son, Johen Dawnspear II. He's a bright man, kind, understanding, and an overall great person to have. I bring him to you with this letter because even though he's a smart and great man, his physical skills and the ones he has in battle are a little... Lacking. They military training camps had all the trainees locked away safe sure, but I want my son to be prepared for these kinds of things (And to toughen him up a little. His backbone is a little lacking.). Think of it as returning old favors, hm?
What I'm of His Royal Highness is if you could take my son under your wing. Train him how to use that spear. It's a spear passed down by the Dawnspears, it means a lot in terms of tradition and to me as well. If you can't, I completely understand. You can send him on his way if you decline. Though if you do accept him, I thank you very kindly Your Majesty.
Sincerely,
Johen Dawnspear
During the time of him reading this letter, he would look around at the group before him, shooting glances at all of them. Though he didn't let his eyes linger on any specific person for a certain amount of time, in fear of them responding to him in some sort of brash or threatening manner.
Jarvan took a step back as Galio flew in from the sky. "Some more company if you would. It would be nice to have some more protection in case anything else unexpected happens."
He waved off Lucas as he asked to be relieved. "Yes, you may continue with your duties. Help clear more bodies, or help with the citizens in the church."
The prince shakes Malzahar a bit as he mumbles. "You didn't hit him hard enough Cordellia. Is my cousin getting soft?" He turns to her with a sly grin on his lips.
Jarvan rubbed his stubble with his free hand as the young knight approached him. "Oh? So you are Johen's kid? Here, let me get a good look at you." He takes a few steps closer to the young man in front of him. He then repositioned Malzahar on his shoulder and took the letter and read it. "So I am to toughen up your boy, is that right Johen?" He begins to walk and waves for the knight to follow.
Citizens are working on clearing the rubble and bodies all throughout Demacia. A few of them notice their prince walking by with a body over his shoulder and give him questioning looks. "Nothing to fear citizens, I am just transporting this man. Continue with your work."
As the group walks, Jarvan turns to the young man next to him. "Tell me kid, have you ever killed anyone?" His face was serious, all jokes were set aside. "Are you willing to cut down a man in order to save your friend in arms? If you are to be in the military, that is what you are going to have to do. Otherwise you will be cut down yourself, or worse have to hold your comrade in your arms as his life slips away."
Post by Cordellia Spiritmight on Jun 19, 2013 1:08:06 GMT -5
Cordellia smirked and shook her head, "Wasn't me that hit him, it was the monkey." She grins and glances at the Prophet, "If I hit him, you know damned well he would be dead." Keeping pace with her cousin as they moved, she listened quietly, "I could take him into the sentinels for a week or so... See how he handles real training, not the grunt stuff." She studies the boy with the look of a predator in her eyes, all humor vanishing in an instant.
Post by The Sentinel's Sorrow on Jun 19, 2013 12:56:33 GMT -5
When Poppy came up and talked to him, Galio turned to face her. If a face of could be said to ever soften, then his did at her voice. While protecting Demacia and the ideals it stood for were what he lived for, Poppy held a special place in his metaphorical and actual stone heart.
He smiled down at the Yordle, and replied in a rumbling but still kind and friendly tone, "Yes, I suppose it has been a while." Noticing her broken arm, and edge of concern crept into his speech. "You hurt yourself," he mentioned, pointing out the obvious. "I hope you heal quickly."
Returning the Senechal's nod, Galio followed Jarvan, keeping any nosy civilians away, using his wings and bulk to keep them at bay. Sometimes the innocent's worst enemy was themselves.
At the approach of the young Dawnspear, he looked him up and down. It must have taken some pluck to walk up to a group of Demacian champions. Though he kept it to himself, Galio considered this young man's prospects to bright, if of course he applied himself.
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Jun 19, 2013 17:12:34 GMT -5
Poppy merely nods at Galio's words, sighing. The Guardian was one of the few in Demacia she felt she could truly relate with.
Wounded by my own foolishness unfortunately... I have remember not to fight large enemies without room to dodge their attacks.
She then chuckles a bit, looking up at the Sentinel.
I will most likely return to Bandle City for a while to let the arm heal. I will probably return in a month's time, maybe a slight bit longer.
Turning to see a new face, a young knight, amongst the group, Poppy notes to Jarvan.
Try not to be too rough when training the man Prince Jarvan, we wouldn't want to have those crater arenas of yours appear around the Golden City, now would we?
An attempt at humor from the Ambassador? Perhaps Galio's presence affected her more than she even knew.
Post by The Half Dragon on Jun 19, 2013 19:22:22 GMT -5
Shyvana observed as Jarvan took the captive away accompanied by a few soldiers, a few other champions and Cordellia. The colossal Galio himself appeared to guard the group, conversing with Poppy (although it wasn't audible) as they took the perpetrator to the dungeons. The guards, and incoming healers were tending to the injured. Minor casualties, this was a good thing. The Half Dragon noticed a young soldier approach Jarvan, delivering a piece of parchment - afterwards darted his glance around. She gave this boy a neutral look, though intimidating with her bright red eyes. Her commands were direct, ordering soldiers to immediately vacate the area to patrol more essential parts of the city. Satisfied with the turnout of this event, she took off.
Shyvana gave a brief nod to Garen as she passed him. The soldier was a considerable sparring partner, one she enjoyed dueling at times. The Half Dragon walked the opposite direction from Jarvan's group, more toward the city center. She passed the groaning citizens, and rambling soldiers until the younger soldier from before made her halt. Jarvan waved some orders to Lucas but Shyvana approached him before he could continue. "You're... from the expedition group correct? The one with the Prince..?" Shyvana had a sincere look on her face, naturally fierce. She could not help her strong gaze, her set of crimson eyes were sure to astonish. Her arms were crossed loosely as if to signify her modesty.
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Jun 19, 2013 19:35:40 GMT -5
"Yes my Liege." Lucas performed a humble bow, being caught off-guard halfway through by Shyvana's question. "Huh? Oh, Good day, Miss Shyvana. Shyvana looks frightening, and Lucas couldn't help but think back of the shock he got the first time he saw her. "I b-believe I was indeed, actually. Why? Is there a problem, Miss Shyvana?" This was not exactly going according to plan. Lucas wanted to get back to his duty, away from the important people. But now the Half-Dragon was reminding him of a period he wasn't exactly proud of. Infront of people that only intimidate him further.
I am a Pathfinder. I will do what everyone else thinks below him, because someone must do it. Call me dishonorable for it all you want. I serve justice, not honor. And Demacia, ofcourse.
Post by Johen Dawnspear II on Jun 20, 2013 16:09:06 GMT -5
Johen nodded at his words, looking around at the group as they all scanned him. Though out of all the looks he got that probably intimidated him the most were the wandering eyes given by the Sentinel and the Half-Dragon. Sure, they were all Demacians, all people ready to do what was needed to protect others in the name of truth, justice, and good.... That didn't stop Shyvana's red eyes or Galio's absolutely buff stature to make the young man rattle inside his own armor.
Once given the notion to Jarvan for him to follow, he GLADLY took it, as he had taken enough look from the intimidating Demacians. Hell, even the yordle with a BROKEN ARM was still intimidating. Perhaps it was because of the fact that regardless of a broken arm she could still lift that humongous hammer easy peasy no problem. Though her advice to the woman and Jarvan made him smile lightly. "Yea, that sounds like a nice idea." He said before letting out a nervous chuckle.
He looked around the area, seeing the dead bodies and rubble being picked up and handed about. In the corpses being picked up, he could have sworn he saw soldiers that he had seen in the training camps before. There were faces he actually saw there, but those faces only made his mind playing tricks on his mind, making him think he saw that one soldier be the best trainee out of his group, or the one soldier who had to scrub the floors because of his attitude.
He turned back to Jarvan now, now that he was speaking to him instead of the people of his city. He thought about it for a moment. Would he be able to kill someone? He looked back to the people being carried about, looking at the corpses of the Shadow Isles, before looking at the unconscious Prophet. A lot of people had died... And the Prophet could have made it even WORSE. He nodded slowly. "It... It may not feel right at first. Killing someone on a whim... But if it means that my friends and my family are safe then... Then I'll do it." He said, nodding to reassure the man.
He looked back at Cordellia, now shrinking as her eyes pierced right through the armor. What seemed like a small boost of courage given unto him by himself was now just plucked away like a leaf in the window. He just looked back up at Jarvan, looking back up at him to see what his decision would be.
Wukong watched as the group went off to deal with Malz. He smiled cheekily at Garen's comment, but by this point had no further reason to remain with them. So! The Monkey King would follow them out, and moved off to assist around the city for now. If they needed him, they could easily find him.
Post by The Half Dragon on Jun 21, 2013 14:28:44 GMT -5
"There is no problem.. I.." She tilted her head downwards bashfully. "..merely wanted to thank you, for being there." She pulled him aside gently in front of the church exterior where there were it was empty. "N-not many creatures.. specifically humans.. would even think to assist me. I no longer see men as weaklings, although a tad soft, Jarvan and his men including you, have shown me this." Shyvana looked upon Lucas' coy expression. She leaned in to press her lips onto his cheek. "T-that is how you humans show gratitude correct..?" The Half Dragon's clueless inquiry forced her to blush slightly. The dragon of all creatures was not accustomed to human interactions after all. She shied away, walking toward the town center of Demacia.
Post by theseneschal on Jun 21, 2013 15:29:39 GMT -5
The Seneschal took time to pause and observe Johen as well. His gaze was hardened by battle and things no one should have to ever witness in their lifetime. He wasn't particularly old, probably a few years Jarvan's senior, but beyond that the only thing that seemed well aged on the man was the battle worn visage he wore. Nothing about him appeared soft, or kind, but more stern and superior. He noticed how Johen cowers slightly under Cordelia's gaze, causing Xin to fold his arms.
Typical. New blood is always so squishy.
He didn't say it, of course. He had no reason to speak up regarding him, and would remain on high alert as Jarvan would bide his time with handling their new prisoner. "My liege." Xin finally would speak though not concerning Johen, "I suggest we deal with the prisoner and attend to such things as this at a later time." It was the concern that Malz might stir awake, despite a strike being landed upon his head that could no doubt have caved in any normal human noggin.
"If you wish, Lady Cordelia and I can handle him from here allowing you to deal with new recruits." He offered, allowing Jarvan the chance to free himself from Malz for the moment.
Last Edit: Jun 21, 2013 15:34:35 GMT -5 by theseneschal
Post by Metallic Assassin on Jun 21, 2013 16:30:47 GMT -5
Well... At least all that was over. He walked alongside Jarvan, the opposite side of Xin Zhao. The man had been by him and the king's side for God-only-knows how long. It wouldn't be best to just suddenly show up, and with such a suspicious appearance such as his own. He stayed quiet, watching what was going on around them. The short woman and the walking hunk of stone were socializing, the odd woman with the dragon gauntlets was talking to some man who seemed to be a bit nervous around them... Pfff... Wuss...
He looked back to the people around them, working their best to help rebuild the city. It was... A nice sight honestly. It was a bit of everyman for himself in Zaun. Once he escaped the facility... He was out on his own. Some of the poorer districts had the sick and dying, buildings rusted and corroded. It just... He wished they had the same attitude. Who knows, he'd probably be in Zaunite military, and perhaps even with the Zaunite Amphorbic Combatant, instead of having him take away his purpose, hopes, and dreams.
Seeing the Monkey trail off from the group made him sneer for a moment. He cloaked, turning invisible before trailing off from the group. He ducked and weaved between the crowds of people walking by, truly elegant when stalking his target. When he got to Wukong, he would turn visibile again, standing in front of him with his arms crossed. His red lenses glared into his eyes, obviously not happy with him. "Just a quick tip." He said as he walked up to him. "When someone ELSE is given a job, let them do that. They may not take it lightly when you just take their achievements from them." He snarled, before turning invisible again. He didn't like the Monkey King so far. He had already taken one of his own tasks from him, and it only made him angrier as it reminded him of that walking pile of goop.
Once Wukong thought he was gone, he would only find himself to be standing corrected. XenoS walked by him, but turned around to give him a small elbow to the back. If it didn't connect... Well then damn, but it would probably hurt if he did. The man was covered in a thick suit of metal after.
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